Not a Monster Inside
An EpicFroggy Creation
Disclaimer - I don't own any of this, Stephenie Meyer does. Well, except for Mallory and her family, but it's mostly SMeyer's.
A/N - One of my least favorite parts of Twilight is how Bella throws away her life to be a vampire, so I wrote this fic. Hope you enjoy. (= Oh, and in the story Bella's a vampire, but she's still in school, and there's no Renesmee. I've tweaked ages and small things like that to fit the story. Oh, and I trashed imprinting. It's creepy and wrong.
Chapter 1
"Mom, where'd you put the paint brushes?" Mallory Beck wiped her brow, only succeeding in making herself messier. She was covered in paint.
"They're in the garage, by those old chairs your father picked up at the antique convention." Linda Beck called from her spot on the ladder. Her parents had finally decided to stop dragging their feet about painting the front porch of the family's small, ranch-style house.
"'K, thanks, Mom." Mallory answered back. She checked her watch. 2:30, I've gotta go, she thought. She walked over to where her mom was perched on the ladder. "Mom, it's 2:30. I need to leave at 3. Can I go inside now?"
"Well, we still have to --"
"Mom!"
"Alright, go ahead." Linda finally relented.
"Thanks, Mom. Love you!" Mallory raced upstairs to her bedroom to jump in the shower, trying to work the paint out of her hair. She laughed. When she had dryed her hair and gotten dressed, all in record time, she sent her best friend Seth a text message, saying that she was leaving. Seth had told her to meet him at La Push Beach early, but she didn't know why. A group of her friends at school were all going, and Mallory did not want to miss out. She loved the beach, especially at sunset, and it had been sunny today, for once.
Mallory lived in Forks, Washington, and it rained there all the time. Forks was a far cry from Kentucky, where she was from. Her parents had decided they wanted to move to Forks when she was in eighth grade, and they had stayed there ever since. She didn't really mind it, though. Small towns didn't bother Mallory; she enjoyed the peaceful life, and Port Angeles was close enough to visit on a regular basis.
She grabbed her shoulder bag, made sure she had her keys and cell phone, and headed to the garage. Mallory jumped into her dad's SUV, put the key into the admission, and started the car. Pulling out of the driveway, she rolled down her window and waved goodbye to her mom. Mallory cruised through town with her windows down, enjoying the sunshine. I love this weather! she thought. She grimaced as she noticed a shiny, silver Volvo in her rearview mirror.
Cullen. she thought. There was something so -- off about them. Not to mention they all seemed so high-and-mighty. Like they were the coolest things since sliced bread. Mallory hated the Cullens; especially the brunette one, Bella, who was a whiny bitch. The one with crazy reddish hair, Edward, was way creepy. She thought he looked like a stalker. The small black-haired one, Alice, had a freakishly high-pitched voice, and she was mean. Her boyfriend, Jasper, was quiet. Mallory didn't know much about him. Emmett, the great big one, was a typical football-type. Rosalie, the last one, was blond and gorgeous, and she knew it. The Cullens scoffed at anyone who tried to get near them, and Mallory hated their attitude. Not to mention Seth hated them, too.
Seth. He had been her best friend ever since she had came to Forks, even though Mallory didn't go to the same school as him. They told each other everything. But lately, Seth had been distant. She didn't think she had talked to him in a week before he asked her to meet him. Mallory knew something was wrong, but she was waiting for Seth to tell her. They were both 16, and they both loved cars and the beach, and animals. Seth meant a lot to Mallory, but she was giving him space. Hopefully, he would finally tell her what was wrong. She didn't know why he was shutting her out.
Mallory crossed the border between Forks and La Push. La Push was the Indian reservation that housed the Quileute tribe. The scenery didn't change, although the buildings disappeared. The beach was about ten minutes away from the border, but she made it in five. Mallory did not like to drive slow, especially not when she was anxious about something. She pulled in to the parking lot and shut the car off. Seth was casually leaned up against his Camaro, obviously waiting for her. She smiled, taking a deep breath. She opened her car door.
"I thought you wouldn't come." Seth's voice was lower, older sounding.
"I shouldn't have. Seth, what were you thinking? You didn't call, you didn't text. I was so worried!" Mallory slapped him on the arm. Not that it hurt him. He held out his great big arms, and she reluctantly stepped in. "I missed you, Seth." she said. "Wow, you're burning up! Are you alright?" His skin was feverishly hot, and he was wearing short sleeves. Even she had to at least wear a sweatshirt, sun or no sun. He chuckled.
"I missed you too. I'm fine. I'm so sorry, Mal, I can explain." Mallory slapped him again.
"You'd better be able to explain! You've had me worried sick, Seth Clearwater, and Mallory Beck does not worry easily. I don't like to be sick, either!" she said.
"Mallory, something's… happened to me. I can't tell you, but maybe I can show you." Seth looked excited.
"Show me what? Seth, why can't you tell me?" Mallory was so confused.
"Because, I can't, Mal. Just ~ wait here. I'll be right back."
"Seth!"
"Right here." Seth sprinted off into the woods. Mallory shook her head. Sometimes that boy…. But she couldn't really be mad at him. She was just so happy to have him back.
The sound of screeching tires pulled her out of her reverie. Several things happened at once then. She turned her head just as a green pick-up truck careened towards her, showing no signs of stopping she didn't even have time to scream before it hit her, and the last thing Mallory Beck remembered was a horrible pain in her chest, and then everything went black.
When Mallory regained consciousness again, she was aware of only one thing: pain. Excruciating pain. It started in her neck, and slowly spread through the rest of her body. She wanted to scream, but nothing came out. She arched her back, trying in vain to alleviate at least some of the pain. It wouldn't go away.
Mallory didn't know how long the pain lasted, she only knew when it stopped. When it stopped, she finally was able to fall asleep. She opened her eyes at last, and immediately had to close them again. The lights that bathed everything she saw were blinding. She sat up, aware that she was laying on a hard, metal table. Mallory started when she saw Carlisle Cullen standing across the room. She instantly rolled off of the table, dropping into a defensive crouch. Carlisle put his hands up in a calming gesture, calling, "Jasper, we could use your talents up here." The mysterious blond Cullen appeared at Carlisle's side. Instantly, Mallory started feeling more calm. She tried to resist, but couldn't.
"It's alright, Mallory. We won't hurt you. I'm Dr. Carlisle Cullen, and this is my son, Jasper Hale. We have a few things to explain to you, but first things first. How are you feeling?" Dr. Cullen. Somehow, he looked more like a model than a doctor. It was eery.
Mallory straightened wearily, not taking her eyes off of them. "I'm fine. Where am I, and why am I here? And why did I --" Carlisle cut her off.
"I'll explain everything. Mallory, you may very well have noticed that we are not normal people. That is because we are not. Me and my family -- Esme, Rosalie, Emmett, Jasper, Alice, Edward, and Bella -- are vampires." He paused to let that sink in. Mallory froze, than relaxed. "Ha-ha, very funny. You think I believe you?" A vampire? How stupid did they think she was?
"No, Mallory, this is not a joke. We are genuine vampires. Blood-drinkers. Pretty Night Things that Bite. Whatever you please to call us, it doesn't change what we are. Now, as you have probably guessed, the only way we can reproduce is by biting regular humans. That is how all of the rest of my family came to be. I saved all of them from certain death by changing them, as I --"
"Prove it." Mallory was definitely not going to trust this guy just because he said so.
"Prove what?" Carlisle looked confused.
"Prove that you're vampires! You should be able to do cool stuff, or melt in the sunlight, or something! So prove to me that you are what you say you are." she said. Jasper smiled.
"Come downstairs with us." he said. She followed them into a big room on the ground floor of the house. She hadn't really noticed what the place looked like; she had been to busy listening to Carlisle and trying to figure out what was happening. Now she looked around her. The house was big and airy, with lots of windows. Not at all what she would've expected of a vampire. Of course, they probably weren't even vampires, so she had nothing to worry about. Mallory was too caught up with trying to figure things out to notice the clarity of her vision, or the gracefulness of her own steps.
The great-room of the house was decorated very modernly; everything from the abstract chandelier to the white ceramic flower vases showed that. There were two long white leather couches that spanned the room with a coffee table in the middle. Perched on the couches were the rest of the Cullen family, who were even more beautiful up close. Jasper abruptly stopped in front of her and she almost bumped in to him, but something kept her from it. It was like her own feet automatically decided to stop before the collision. Weird, she thought. "Everyone, this is Mallory. I just told her we were vampires, and she wanted us to prove it. Shall we?" Carlisle gestured for us to go outside.
Emmett smashed a huge boulder with one swipe of his hand, and Alice climbed a tree in a half of a second. Rosalie ran all the way to the trees at the end of the clearing the house was in and back before Mallory knew she was gone. Bella and Esme dueled, both showing amazing fighting skills. Jasper showed her his power of controlling emotions, and Edward read her mind a few times. That really freaked her out. Finally, Carlisle asked, "Are you satisfied that we are vampires?" Mallory sighed; she hated admitting defeat, but she couldn't see any other way.
"Just one question. Why don't you burn up in the sun?" she asked; the question had been plaguing her mind for the last hour. They all laughed. "That's just an old myth; it's not actually true." Emmett said. "We don't burn in the sunlight, we sparkle." That one really threw her for a loop.
"You sparkle?" she asked incredulously.
"Yep!" Bella said proudly. "Isn't it beautiful?" she gushed.
"No, it's not. It's gay. Wow, I can't believe you guys actually --" Mallory was cut off by obnoxious Bella.
"Well, you do too!" Mallory froze again.
"What?" she hissed.
"Oops…." Bella said, looking chagrinned. All of the Cullens turned to glare at her.
"Mallory, we're not the only ones who are vampires. You are, too."
A/N - Well, there's the first chapter. I'm trying to make them good and long. Hope you like, review if you do, if you don't still review. XD